(its not very good i made it up in about 10 minutes)
placed here at birth,
in this town on earth. /(Picture links:)
Depression rose, Oh the problems it posed. http://memory.loc.gov/cgi-bin/query/D?fsaall:22:./temp/~ammem_RgYB:: Hard earning money for food, http://memory.loc.gov/cgi-bin/query/D?fsaall:10:./temp/~ammem_ZT5S::
Everyone in a sad mood.
on the streets begging for money,
a woman says “sorry honey”.
every Saturday you go to the beach,
every weekday, your mother must teach.
The school is run down,
you wish for more in this town.
Although child hood was tough, In adult hood, you have stuff. By Alyssa: The first you set foot in this town
depressions and moods go down
begging for food
as you have a pouty mood
as you sit there bored
you pray to the lord
being a child is hard
sitting there all scarred
wishing for the sun to rise
so you can have some fun times
standing in the rain
feeling the pain
wishing i had a bed
instead, i sleep on threads.
Combined poem:
Placed here at birth,
In this town on earth.
Depression rose,
Oh the problems it posed.
Begging for food,
As you have a pouty mood.
As you sit there bored,
You pray to the lord.
The school is run down,
You wish for more in this town.
Standing in rain,
Feeling the pain.
Wishing i had a bed,
Instead, I sleep on threads
By Shannon:
(its not very good i made it up in about 10 minutes)
placed here at birth,
in this town on earth. /(Picture links:)
Depression rose, Oh the problems it posed. http://memory.loc.gov/cgi-bin/query/D?fsaall:22:./temp/~ammem_RgYB::
Hard earning money for food, http://memory.loc.gov/cgi-bin/query/D?fsaall:10:./temp/~ammem_ZT5S::
Everyone in a sad mood.
on the streets begging for money,
a woman says “sorry honey”.
every Saturday you go to the beach,
every weekday, your mother must teach.
The school is run down,
you wish for more in this town.
Although child hood was tough,
In adult hood, you have stuff.
By Alyssa: The first you set foot in this town
depressions and moods go down
begging for food
as you have a pouty mood
as you sit there bored
you pray to the lord
being a child is hard
sitting there all scarred
wishing for the sun to rise
so you can have some fun times
standing in the rain
feeling the pain
wishing i had a bed
instead, i sleep on threads.
Combined poem:
Placed here at birth,
In this town on earth.
Depression rose,
Oh the problems it posed.
Begging for food,
As you have a pouty mood.
As you sit there bored,
You pray to the lord.
The school is run down,
You wish for more in this town.
Standing in rain,
Feeling the pain.
Wishing i had a bed,
Instead, I sleep on threads